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Wow, I haven't updated my journal in a looooooooooooooooong time.
sweatdrop
Anyway, I had jaw surgery on the 10 of January this year. Not fun. It took place in L.A. in a hospital on Sunset Boulevard, so naturally, traffic was a nightmare.
We went to Hollywood the day before (me, my mom and dad) and had fun looking at the stars on the Walk of Fame and looking around Ripley's Believe it or Not! museum. My reaction to the water tap floating in midair spilling out water was...HOW THE HELL DID IT STAY UP THERE???!!!! question
Then as we were walking back, there were people dressed up like movie characters. One guy was dressed like Jack Sparrow. I more or less *worship* Jack Sparrow, so I had to have a picture! He handed me his pistol and asked me "Now can you handle a pistol, luv?"
Melt. "Yes," I answer shyly.
"Well then, luv. Since yer holding me pistol, guess it's fair that I'll be holding...YOU." And without further adieu, he sweeps me off my feet and my mom snaps some pictures! I had fun. Let's just end my thought process right there, shall we?
Next, I saw a man dressed like Zorro, carrying two plastic rapiers. I fence (and am not that bad, actually), so naturally I had to have my picture taken with him too. Goofy got in the way, though; he 'kissed' my hand and wanted me to kiss his nose.
I finally got to Zorro and 'fought' with him when I took one of his swords. I killed him about 4 times while he stood there in shock. "You know what you're doing," was all he said. He also kissed my hand and wanted a lot of pictures taken with me.
Needless to say, I felt rather nice after all the masculine attention (and a bit like a slut, but let's not go there).
Then, jaw surgery. Oh joy of un-joyest joys. They told us the surgery was at 12 noon. Then at 6:22 A frickin' M they called us and asked if we could be ready by 6:30. Hell no, we were in BED!
So they told us to be there at 8. We got there at 7:45. They took us back, and for
--I kid you not -- 5 HOURS I layed in a hospital bed in nothing but a hospital gown waiting for my surgery. Luckily they had a TV, otherwise there would have been many dead nurses around, and the others going insanse from my hyperness when I am still and unoccupied for too long. I'm a mild bit ADHD if I have nothing to do.
Finally they sedated me --not fun, because I DEPLORE needles more than anything-- and wheeled me into the operating room. Next thing I know, I'm waking up with my mouth more or less wired shut with rubber bands (I have braces, joy) and pain pain PAIN all over my face and neck.
As if that wasn't bad enough, the first few sips of water I had since midnight made me throw up, and up came blood and other nasty things as well.
Let's just say it wasn't fun.
Now I sit, a week later, still a bit puffy and in a small amount of pain. Right after the surgery I wanted nothing more than to lay back in our brown easy chair and listen to CD's and sleep. Now, I want to go back to school because I hate getting swamped with homework when my twin, who has the same classes as I do, comes home with all the stuff I missed.
So...yeah. A little prayer for healing would be much appreciated! whee
*so ends journal*
 Elrenia Elessar · Wed Jan 18, 2006 @ 03:05am · 1 Comments |
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